Arriving at this same airport in Berlin every time he returned from a racing weekend now felt like second nature to Luca.
Like Manuela, many would find this routine mundane and tiresome because they had experienced it countless times.
But Luca used Brandenburg Airport as his personal checkpoint to mark his downtime and catch a breath.
Germany felt like home far more than the UK ever had. It felt like snuggling into a mother's arms.
The same technicalities, the same hospitality, the familiar roads, and often the same hotel, always ready to receive Luca Rennick as soon as word of a Grand Prix's end reached them.
Every return was comfortable in its predictability and warmth.
After booking into the hotel, Luca had a delish lunch with Vance. Their talk over the meal was about the race, the championship's nature, and also the havoc that had plagued Stavelot before their departure.
